~First Meeting~

I stood in front of the big oak doors that lead to the World Conference room. Loud arguing could be heard on the other side. I quietly contemplated if I should actually go in there or just turn around and get on the first flight back home. But I couldn't...I just couldn't, I have been through to many trials and tribulations just to become an official country. Wars fought, documents signed...too late to back out now.

I took a deep breath and push open the heavy doors. I was met with silence and many pairs of eyes on me. I nervously fiddled with the end of my light blue military jacket.

"H-Hello I'm the n-new country of Cattapolis." I mentally kicked myself for stuttering, I'm stronger than that!

It was still silent till someone shouted.

"Woah, Dudes! I didn't know the new country was a totally hot chick!" A man with dirty blonde hair and a strange cowlick, had come up to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

" I'm America! Or Alfred F. Jones, the Hero!"

Before I could respond I heard an angry yell from across the room.

" America, You git! That is no way to treat a lady!" A man with messy blonde hair and green eyes was approaching us with a fast pace. He had the biggest eyebrows I have ever seen on a person. He swatted Alfred's arm from around me and gave me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry about that love, I'm Arthur Kirkland, also known as England."

He kissed the back of my hand, making heat flare up in my cheeks.

"I-I-um..."

Suddenly Arthur was pushed out of the way by another man with light stubble on his chin and chin length blonde hair. What's with all the blondes!? He pulled a rose from out of nowhere and gently placed it in my hand.

"Bonjour mademoiselle! I'm Francis Bonnefoy, the country of France."

I gently fingered the petals of the delicate flower.

"Oh my..."

A pair arms appeared around me, I whipped around to see a bubbly brunette, at least he's not blonde, a enveloped me into a bone crushing hug.

"Ve~ Ciao Bella! I'm Feliciano Vargas, I represent North Italy!

I was starting to lose oxygen, fast.

"C-Can't BREATH!"

He let go quickly apologizing, as I gasped for breath. Someone cleared their throat. Loudly. I turned to see another blonde with his hair slicked back. His icy blue eyes stared me down and I felt slightly intimidated.

"Guten Tag, I am Ludwig Beilschmidt. You may call me Germany."

I nodded in greeting.

"NOW CAN WE PLEASE GET ON THE MEETING!?"

His booming voice scared me and some others as we all got seated. I sat inbetween Alfred and some who looked kinda like Alfred. He had a polar bear with him...

"Hi, What's your name?" I asked him quietly so as not the interupt the meeting any futher. He looked at me and his eyes widened.

"Y-You can s-see me?" He whispered gently.

"Of course I can!" I said cheerfully, he smiled shyly.

"I'm M-Matthew Williams, I r-represent C-Canada." Then he gestured to the little polar bear in his lap,

"This is Kumajiro."

"Who are you?" My eyes widened, it talked! Matthew sighed.

"I'm Canada..."